Arnin and Tidalia Aquari stood on the distant hill, observing the events unfolding below with a mix of curiosity and disdain. Arnin let out a low scoff, crossing his arms as his piercing gaze rested on Nameless.
"Will you look at that?" Arnin muttered, his tone dripping with derision. "Trembling like that, yet he wishes for a mortal or an immortal to help him. If it were a demon to help him, would he even dare to attack it?" He raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced at Tidalia.
Tidalia, standing poised beside him, allowed herself a slight smile. Her expression, however, carried an air of knowing. She looked at Arnin and responded calmly, "He's like that because of his time under the Immortal Elyon. Though, can we even call him Elyon anymore? He's not the same as the one we once knew."
